Having fun with multiple images. A waterfall, not far from my central London home. Silver Birches, also close to my home.
And a fish out of water, which was on the road this evening as I went for my (st)roll. I swear. Right there. On the ground. Two young men joined me as I took pics. We agreed this was not something you see everyday. None of us were as flabbergasted as someone who hasn't visited me, reading this now, might be. There is a street market close to my home too. Somehow this fish, (which the second man reckoned was a "TroutSalmon", from Billingsgate, and from Scotland before that, because he used to be a fishmonger), had dived off the barrow en route between storage and stall. In the warm windy evening, we three people shared a good giggle about this strange event. There was something really rich about my two momentary companions, the easy temporary connection enjoyed around this mysterious being, who had, we all agreed, probably had a Good Life, in Scottish waters.